Last night we had a pizza party.
Which means we made a gazillion pies (including mushroom, bacon, and white clam, all personal favorites), drank a couple dozen bottles of wine (and there was beer, and maybe also some scotch), and laughed until 1 in the morning.
Here’s the evidence, in case you needed it.
There’s nothing better than a long night with good friends.
Especially when it ends with a full belly and a pleasant, red-wine buzz.
Unfortunately I can’t say it feels quite as good at 7am when it’s time to go to kettlebells and face the Russian.
Luckily, I took my pal V with me, and there were bagels and coffee after, which kept things a little more bearable.
I still wanted to flop onto the floor and hang there for the duration.
But it turns out that I’m a masochist, chickadees.
I’ll be sleeping in tomorrow.
Have a lovely Saturday evening everyone!